"Still not interfering?" asked Dominic's personal henchman. The two were still atop the building, watching the one sided slaughter called a battlefield.
Dominic did not reply immediately, his gaze still focused on the battlefield.
His henchman frowned slightly, shifting his focus back to the scene below as he spoke. "Right now, there are still a few soldiers left, but with the way things are proceeding, all our forces will be wiped away if Henry does not make a move."
Still silence. There was no reply. The henchman's lips pressed into a thin line. His master wanted to take over the camp, but a camp was nothing without its people. Was he really just going to stand there and watch while more people died?
"This is the only chance we have," Dominic finally spoke. "To be frank, I do not like seeing them die either, but sometimes little sacrifices have to be made."
Little sacrifices?
